The grand hall of the imperial palace was decked out in gold, red, and ivory, with towering floral arrangements, flowing banners, and a guest list so extensive it seemed the entire empire had shown up. This wasn't just any wedding—it was the wedding of Emperor Argider. And by "wedding," it meant fourteen simultaneous weddings.
As Argider stood at the altar, dressed in an ornate robe that made her look more like a gilded statue than a person, her palms were sweating. Not because of the pressure of being emperor, but because of the absurdity of what was unfolding before her eyes.
The fourteen brides were lined up beside her, each in their own extravagant gowns that reflected their unique personalities.
